Chords for I'm a Truck
Tempo:
113.5 bpm
Chords used:
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D
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E
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Hello, [Em] I'm a truck.
You've heard songs about truck drivers and many [F#m] times their stories told.
a pit bird [E] for six days on the road.
River Canyon [F#m] and climbed the old grapevine.
down in Texas [E] and the [D] girls they've left behind.
tales of daring.
can [A] spare a minute, [E] well, I'd like to tell you [A] mine.
There'd [D] be no truck drivers if it [A] wasn't for us trucks.
You've heard songs about truck drivers and many [F#m] times their stories told.
a pit bird [E] for six days on the road.
River Canyon [F#m] and climbed the old grapevine.
down in Texas [E] and the [D] girls they've left behind.
tales of daring.
can [A] spare a minute, [E] well, I'd like to tell you [A] mine.
There'd [D] be no truck drivers if it [A] wasn't for us trucks.
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Hello, [Em] I'm a truck.
_ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ You've heard songs about truck drivers and many [F#m] times their stories told.
[B] How they pulled out a pit bird [E] for six days on the road.
[A] Lost the Feather River Canyon [F#m] and climbed the old grapevine.
[B] That old roadhouse down in Texas [E] and the [D] girls they've left behind.
[A] You've heard their tales of daring.
[F#m] And I think that's just fine.
[D] But if you can [A] spare a minute, [E] well, I'd like to tell you [A] mine. _
There'd [D] be no truck drivers if it [A] wasn't for us trucks.
No [B] double clutching, gear jamming, [A] coughing, drinking nuts.
[D] They'll round their way, boy, [A] and they'll have all the luck.
There'd be no truck drivers [D] if it wasn't for us trucks.
_ _ _ [F#m] _ Well, there he sits in that place, drinking coffee and telling lies. _
_ Probably telling them how he topped that hill ten miles back.
_ _ He ought to tell them how he missed a gear in that Volkswagen bus full of hippies.
Passed us like I was sitting up on jacks. _ _
Or how he took that curve over on 66. _ _
That meant me hanging on the shoulder with a boat wound up in a ditch.
_ _ [A] _ _ If we're on time, he takes the credit.
[F#m] If we're late, I get the blame.
[B] Up those hills [F#] with shutters open.
[D#m] [E] My spats are running plain.
[A] My back running red [C#m] lights.
Stepping pieces from [F#m] the tanks.
[B] I'll take him south and [C#] bring him back without a word of [Bm] thanks.
So [A] now you've heard my story, and I [C#m] guess it's my tough luck.
[D] There'd be no [A] truck drivers if it [E] wasn't for [A] us trucks. _
_ [D] There'd be no truck drivers if [A] it wasn't for us trucks.
[E] No double clutching, gear [A] jamming, coughing, drinking nuts.
[D] They'll drive their way to glory, and [A] they'll have all the luck.
There'd be no truck drivers if it wasn't for us trucks.
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _
Look at him sipping coffee, flirting with that waitress. _
And where do you think he left me?
That's right.
Next to a cattle truck.
_ Why couldn't he have put me next to that little pink Mac sitting over there?
_ Gosh, he's got pretty mudflap.
Talk about stack.
They're both bones. _
Well, he'll be coming out in a minute.
He'll get that bar and he'll go around and beat on the tires.
You know, two pints of these.
_ I'd have a flat on the inside.
Do I have to fix it?
I never did like the way he drives.
Anyhow, _ _ thank you.
It's God's gift to waitresses.
_ He never gives them a tip.
Well, I know what he's going to do now.
I'll take out that tape cartridge, a pluck the ones and play it again.
_ I don't know why you don't get a Merle Haggard tape. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ You've heard songs about truck drivers and many [F#m] times their stories told.
[B] How they pulled out a pit bird [E] for six days on the road.
[A] Lost the Feather River Canyon [F#m] and climbed the old grapevine.
[B] That old roadhouse down in Texas [E] and the [D] girls they've left behind.
[A] You've heard their tales of daring.
[F#m] And I think that's just fine.
[D] But if you can [A] spare a minute, [E] well, I'd like to tell you [A] mine. _
There'd [D] be no truck drivers if it [A] wasn't for us trucks.
No [B] double clutching, gear jamming, [A] coughing, drinking nuts.
[D] They'll round their way, boy, [A] and they'll have all the luck.
There'd be no truck drivers [D] if it wasn't for us trucks.
_ _ _ [F#m] _ Well, there he sits in that place, drinking coffee and telling lies. _
_ Probably telling them how he topped that hill ten miles back.
_ _ He ought to tell them how he missed a gear in that Volkswagen bus full of hippies.
Passed us like I was sitting up on jacks. _ _
Or how he took that curve over on 66. _ _
That meant me hanging on the shoulder with a boat wound up in a ditch.
_ _ [A] _ _ If we're on time, he takes the credit.
[F#m] If we're late, I get the blame.
[B] Up those hills [F#] with shutters open.
[D#m] [E] My spats are running plain.
[A] My back running red [C#m] lights.
Stepping pieces from [F#m] the tanks.
[B] I'll take him south and [C#] bring him back without a word of [Bm] thanks.
So [A] now you've heard my story, and I [C#m] guess it's my tough luck.
[D] There'd be no [A] truck drivers if it [E] wasn't for [A] us trucks. _
_ [D] There'd be no truck drivers if [A] it wasn't for us trucks.
[E] No double clutching, gear [A] jamming, coughing, drinking nuts.
[D] They'll drive their way to glory, and [A] they'll have all the luck.
There'd be no truck drivers if it wasn't for us trucks.
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _
Look at him sipping coffee, flirting with that waitress. _
And where do you think he left me?
That's right.
Next to a cattle truck.
_ Why couldn't he have put me next to that little pink Mac sitting over there?
_ Gosh, he's got pretty mudflap.
Talk about stack.
They're both bones. _
Well, he'll be coming out in a minute.
He'll get that bar and he'll go around and beat on the tires.
You know, two pints of these.
_ I'd have a flat on the inside.
Do I have to fix it?
I never did like the way he drives.
Anyhow, _ _ thank you.
It's God's gift to waitresses.
_ He never gives them a tip.
Well, I know what he's going to do now.
I'll take out that tape cartridge, a pluck the ones and play it again.
_ I don't know why you don't get a Merle Haggard tape. _ _ _ _ _ _ _